The Cost of Loving You

The night before our wedding, I caught Lewis tangled up with my best friend on the couch. I lost my mind completely — and slept with all three of his friends.

I made sure to leave evidence everywhere. On his desk. In the passenger seat of his sports car. In his office.

But when Lewis found out, he just casually stubbed out his cigarette and made a group call.

"You slept with all of them? How was it?"

Laughter crackled through the phone.

"Pretty flexible."

"She was alright. Just a little stiff — nowhere near as fun as that actress I've been seeing."